No one wanted him. They all looked at him with disgust and disdain, a person to be avoided.
Evan tried living the best life he could. He was dealt a rough hand in life and he was doing the best he could. He did the one thing he could think of. He tried to make it better, to reduce the stares that we filled with pity and disgust. The 17 year old boy tried to hide. All he wanted was a friend. He wanted a chance.
New school, new clothes, new Evan, that is the point of a chance; a change. Evan changed. He was a new person. He made friends and he became popular. He never thought a new wardrobe and a start over could make the looks dissipate.
He remembered walking into school on the first day with his jacket and black jeans and holey shoes. People had no idea of his story and his past. He could be whoever he wanted.
People didn’t see him, no one wanted to be his friend, they left him alone. If only they knew what was behind the exterior. He wondered how long he would be able to hide. He wondered how long it would last; his secret.
No one questioned the jacket while it was hot outside or the long sleeves in heat. It was only a matter of time before they figured it out. Right?
They never questioned. They never found out.
No one paid that much attention. Evan was happy they didn’t find out about his secret. But deep down he wanted someone to notice. He wanted someone to ask questions. He wanted someone to care.
He didn’t want to hide but he didn’t want the looks. His mangled skin and pink scars underneath the jacket and long sleeves. He wanted someone to ask what happened before assuming the worst.
I mean sure, he did it to himself but they always assume he is messed up. If anyone had the decency to ask before judging they would know he was strong and that he did want he had to to survive.
No one wanted the story, they wanted to believe was easiest. No one wanted to believe that a 16 year old boy was hurting himself. No one wanted to believe that he was dying on the inside.
No one wanted the baggage they came with what they saw on the outside. He made a promise to continue to hide. He made a promise to get a chance. He made a promise to cover his scars and start over. He made a promise to become a new person.
If only if people noticed the little things. If his friends were real and actually cared. Maybe things would be different.
But his story isn’t over. He still has time before he gets caught up in hiding. It is important to protect secrets but not at the extent of losing himself.
She never uttered a word but yet she said more than anyone else. She never said anything but she noticed more than everyone else. Evan wondered if she was broken too, if she was hiding too.
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Dedicated to njhpiper
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Short StoryThis is random short stories/poems that I write. I just want to get better at writing so I have the guts to publish a book one day so this is my way of starting.
